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Yan Wenqing had a faint smile on his face, "I'm not as mysterious as they say, and also not as heroic as they say. I just hate those corrupt officials, and only care about enjoying life and don't care about the lives of the common people. I have also lived a life worse than death. This is the only thing I can do for those who are poor, and it is not in vain for me to learn a martial arts from my teacher. " Yu'er looked at Yan Wenqing with adoration in her eyes. "Young Master Yan is truly amazing."

"Miss Yu'er's mouth is like honey. It's so sweet!" Nanny who was at the side said with a smile.

Yu'er giggled coquettishly.

Yan Wenqing turned around and asked Chen Siyan, "Why do the two ladies want to dress as men?"

"We are very ignorant about the martial arts world. Besides, it's not convenient for two women to roam the martial arts world," Chen Siyan said. "Yes!" These days, the rivers and lakes are dangerous. "The two ladies will be staying here for the time being, and Lady Chen needs to rest. I'll help you ask about what happened in the Chen Residence 15 years ago, and I won't be suspicious of anything. Now that Jiu Wu has died, Changan Street will at least have some movement." Chen Siyan, thank you again. He wondered if Yan Wenqing and Yu'er would not reunite here. Maybe he was already a ghost under someone else's blade.

Dusk was falling slowly on the mountaintop, leaving a trail of light to bathe the approaching mountains. The dim light gently scattered on Chen Siyan and Yaoqin. A zither melody broke the tranquility in the mountain. The melody was gentle and graceful as it floated in the valley, drifting amongst the flowing water and the wind. "It's all very sentimental to hear that Lady Chen's music is all sentimental." Yan Wenqing suddenly said behind him. "I've been haunted by that nightmare for fifteen years, and I've been thinking about that bloody scene. All these years, I've been telling myself that I must cleanse my family of all grievances and give my father justice." Yan Wenqing looked at the setting sun in the distance and said, "This world is just like this evening. The setting sun is beautiful, but after that the night comes, but no matter how dark the night is, it will still be covered by the morning sun. Justice will eventually defeat evil. " "I hope so." Chen Siyan's voice was as sorrowful as the zither music. The streets of Chang'an West were not as crowded and busy as the streets of Chang'an Zheng Street or East Street, where the prosperity had been lost fifteen years ago. The West Street towards the Chen Mansion became more and more deathly silent. Fifteen years of wind and rain, fifteen years of vicissitudes, the original grand and majestic Chen Mansion had been reduced to dust. The lions at the front door were always showing their fangs and brandishing their claws arrogantly. However, the dust and dirt on the ground were no longer as dense as they were fifteen years ago. The signboard at the top of the door was half-hung, with the words "Chen Residence" carved in golden lacquer on it appearing dim under the bright light.

Chen Siyan and Yu'er still disguised themselves and entered Chang'an West Street.

When Chen Siyan stepped into the Chen Residence, her heart was filled with endless pain. Fifteen years ago, there was a happy smile on the other side of the threshold, and fifteen years later, there was a graveyard floating on the other side of the threshold. He looked at the wall, pavilion, willow, carved railing, and arm-chair that had been carved with memories. The images of blood and gore filled his mind. Looking at the light shining through the mottled shadows of the willows on the flagstones, her heart felt a tearing pain. Chen Siyan lightly bit her lips. "Who is it?" Yu'er suddenly shouted.

A shadow flashed across the corridor, and the two of them ran after it.

This corridor led to the study at the back of the building. Chen Zhengnan's study was separated from the other houses because once he entered the study, he did not like to be disturbed. He also did not allow others to enter the study at will. According to legend, Chen Zhengnan burned his study when his family was exterminated fifteen years ago to prevent his family from dying under the bloody blade. However, when they were burned together with the study, how could it not be painful? They were innocent.

Suddenly, the figure disappeared from the study. The two walked into the study. The study was charred black all over, and only half of the signboard with the words "Bright and High Illumination" carved on it had been burned off. The floor was littered with rubble. There was a thick pile of ash and charcoal in the corner, but the area behind the door appeared clean. Chen Siyan walked over and was stunned for a moment when she saw it. Seeing this, Yu'er also walked over. Clearly, she was also very surprised.

Behind the door, there was an Eight Immortals table with two spirit tablets: Chen Zhengnan's spirit tablet. The memorial tablet of his beloved wife, Yao. Moreover, there was an incense burner in front of the memorial tablet, and the incense had already been burnt to nothingness. Chen Siyan immediately knelt on the ground and started to cry. Her tears streamed down her face. Wen'er, who was standing at the side, also knelt down and supported Chen Siyan's arms as she began to sob. After crying for a while, Chen Siyan stood up and looked around the study. Then, she hurriedly left the study, and Yu'er followed her.

While searching the whole house, Chen Siyan asked, "Why would there be a memorial tablet for my parents in the study?" Who would have done that? "

Yu'er followed up from behind, "Sis Siyan, could it be that Uncle Liu is carrying us down the mountain?"

Chen Siyan said, "Impossible. That spirit tablet is already very old. Moreover, there are fragrant roots strewn under the table. There must be people that often wipe the dust off their bodies and smell the incense. Uncle Liu has so much time with us, so it's impossible for him to have done it."

Yu'er conjectured, "Could it be the citizens of Chang'an City? Uncle Chen is a good official, so the citizens might come here to pay their respects as well!"

Hearing Wen'er's words, Chen Siyan paused for a moment before muttering to herself, "That shadow just now." Then she quickly returned to her study.

It was obvious that the scene before her eyes had shocked her even more. A shabbily dressed man with disheveled hair was offering incense in front of the memorial tablet.

"Who are you?" Chen Siyan asked with a blank expression. Hearing someone's question, the person panicked and the incense in his hand dropped to the ground. He turned his head and stared at the two youngsters in front of him as he sized them up. Then, he took two steps back without saying a word. Both of them were stunned. The person in front of them was the old beggar that they had saved in the passageway previously. The burns on his face were as old as the burn marks in the room.

With a surprised expression, Chen Siyan stared at him and asked, "Why are you here?"

The old beggar still didn't reply. He simply stood there blankly, using the same gaze to stare at Chen Siyan and Yu'er. Chen Siyan turned around and looked at the spirit tablet on the table. Her eyes were filled with tears.

"Who are they to you?" The old beggar opened his mouth to speak while looking at Chen Siyan's teary eyes. The sound was broken and low.

"My parents." Now her tears rolled down her cheeks. Hot tears burned a sad, sad face.

"Yan'er?" The old beggar's voice trembled as the corners of his mouth trembled nonstop. His eyes brimmed with tears as he looked at Chen Siyan with a mystified gaze. " "Yan'er?"